...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the
cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown
in an absence of light. Here is no shelter; no escape from
our heart, Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and
bemourn to depart. When the shadows fall, and the sun sets
in us all... Just silent hopes remain & the aching
grief that grows into a bottomless vale I fall - O, I give
myself away... Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night... Languid moonshine I bath my
skin in thee O may thy beauty be revealed in me. Silent
winds, whisper to me thy songs of solitude and joy...
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